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This story idea was submitted by Andrew E. It was submitted with great detail, so all I had to do was just add a couple of changes and embellishments here and there. Thank you Andrew E!
I had the weekend off. Didn't know what I was going to do. It had been a couple of weeks now since I had been locked up in the seedpod. I was taking advantage of my cock and balls being free. Shaved them nice and smooth the first day out. I had missed that. But then I couldn't see or feel them anyway, so what did it matter when I was locked up? I was jackin' off at least once a day, nice to have that pleasure back again.
Larry called me and asked me if I would like to be shipped again - a stupid question. We arranged for Larry to pick me up at my apartment. Larry pulls up in his truck. As usual, I am just wearing my sneakers, running shorts and a T-shirt. I hop up into the truck and try to make some small talk with Larry, but he doesn't say much. We pull up in front of Larry's place. There is a U-Haul box van backed up to his big shop bay.
We go into the garage and Larry tells me to strip. This is one reason that I have started dressing lightly when I am going to do something with Larry. Not much to take off. But there is a difference today, Larry gives me a navy pair of old Speedos and tells me to put them on. Huh? They are a tight fit as I squeeze into them, but otherwise comfortable. The liner has been cut out of it. Makes my cock and balls stand out nicely. Just might have to get a pair like this for the beach. Would turn some heads I would think.
I am starting wonder what is going on. Larry opens the big door and then Larry then pulls the roller door open on the back on the truck. Inside is an ordinary reinforced-cardboard box on some sort of low cart. The box matches my height perfectly. Larry opens the top of the box, then I notice an immediate difference. At ankle level and neck level there appears to be two shelves, the one at ankle height has two holes for legs and the one at neck height has a hole for the neck and my hands. The holes have rubber seals for a tight fit. I then also notice a rubber seal around the area where the top of the box meets the main box area. What a weird box this is. Sort of a cardboard version of the wooden stock box I was in before.
Larry has me carefully squeeze my legs, one at a time through the holes in the bottom shelf. My feet are now in their own section. Sealed in. Then Larry has me lay down and then closes up the neck brace. Now my head and hands are secure in their own compartment too. The rubber seals are firm against my neck, wrists and ankles. I have to crouch a little to fit inside the box slightly forcing my knees to bend outwards a little, which also keeps ass cheeks slightly apart. Larry then secures my knees to the box, therefore keeping me spread open, locks my wrists and secures my chest to the box. I am not going anywhere, although this is just a cardboard box. Similar to the one that I was transported in before. If I really struggled, I bet I could tear myself out of this box. Before he shuts the top of the box, Larry also fits a ball gag to keep me quiet on whatever journey am going to take.
Larry checks makes sure I am comfortable, well as comfortable as I can be. But that's when things get a bit strange. Larry reaches forward and pulls the Speedos down some. He then smears some really thick lube all over my nips, cock, balls and between my ass cheeks, also does my arm pits. Slathers it on. He then pulls the Speedos back up. Why would he lube me up like this? And my pits too? And so thick?
Then I can't see what Larry is doing, but I feel him attach something to the front of my Speedo. Then he clicks a switch and as he lowers the top, I can tell he is making sure the seal is working. Then I am in the dark. Well, not too dark. I can see some air holes in the top of the box. Then I hear Larry taping the box shut. Then the door closes and I hear the truck start up. Now we go for a drive.
Then we stop. I hear a voice shout, "You can't park that truck here". I hear Larry say that he is just stopping to unload something. I hear the big door open. I hear the ramp being yanked out and set up. Then I am moving! I go down the ramp. Larry explains that he is returning this item and is it OK to leave it here while he moves the truck? The guy says sure.
Then I hear the truck drive away. I hear people walking by, talking. Judging by the sounds, it seems that I am at Lowe's or Walmart or some such place. At this point in my adventure today, I am fine, but just a little disappointed that this doesn't seem as good or interesting as the last few adventures.
Just as I am starting to wonder if maybe something has gone wrong, I hear a small motor. I feel the front of my Speedo slowly pull away from my crotch. Huh? Then I hear another small motor. But I don't feel anything happening. It takes a bit and then I feel a small tickle on my thighs. Then it gets stronger. Slowly it moves up my leg. Then into my crotch. OMG! They must be ants! It wasn't lube that Larry put on me, it was honey!
Soon they are all over my crotch. I feel them working their way down my ass crack. Suddenly I jump! They have found my ass lips. They are frantically working on the honey. My cock has gotten hard from the slight tickle they are causing me. My crotch is tingling. All those little feet running all over me. Soon they have worked their way to my nips. Makes them harden and point out. Giving them more area to torment. I am twisting around in the box. Then they are in my arm pits. It TICKLES! It is all I can do to keep quiet.
It must be a sight outside. I am trying not to twist against the millions of little feet and mouths working at my pits, nips, cock, balls and ass hole. They are trying to climb inside my cock head. OH! Oh!
Unknown to me, Larry is sitting in the truck parked just a couple of yards away. He can see the box. It is gyrating all over. Some people stop to watch. Looking around as if this might be a Candid Camera episode being filmed. Larry had rigged the inside of the box with a small motor and winch system to pull my Speedo away from my crotch so that the ants could gain access. He also had some of those white LED lights inside to illuminate me during my torment. And there were a couple of video cameras and a transmitter so that Larry could watch me from the truck.
Larry had also attached a motorized box that had contained the small black garden ants. They don't bite, they just rummage all over looking for food. So they were perfect for this torment. Larry just had to hit his remote control to open the door on the box. The cardboard box was sealed so that the ants couldn't get to my face, so I wouldn't be bothered by them getting into my nose and what not.
My cock was so hard. They were everywhere. I was trying to stay still and quiet but it was so hard not to moan out loud or shake as they ran all over my body. I could feel myself approaching the brink. I knew I was going to shoot. And also then I knew that the ants were not going to stop their foraging for the honey, so once I would cum, I would be in even more torment. So I was also trying NOT to cum.
Then they managed to get down inside my piss slit. That did it! I groaned once and started to shoot. My cum forced the couple of ants that were down my piss slit out. So there was a little relief. I could feel my cum splashing onto my chest. Now the REAL torment was going to start. I was slowly cumming down from my orgasm and I was still hard. The torment was worse, just as I figured.
Now it was more of a tickle. I wished that there was a bit more friction here. PLEASE! My cock is still at full mast. For some reason, I wanted to cum again. Usually I go soft after I cum. I was thrusting up into the air, trying to get some friction against my cock.
Soon I can feel another orgasm approaching, but the tickling torment isn't enough since this was the second time around. Then I feel the Speedos close back up against my body. As I twist around, I can now rub my cockhead against the material. I am now violently twisting in the box. Reckless I know, but I want to cum so bad. I have one goal in mind and that is to CUM! I disregard that I am in a public place and could get caught. Or cause a disturbance. But in the back of my mind, this also adds to the scene and turns me on even more.
My orgasm builds and THERE! I scream into my gag. This one is better than the last one! I feel my cum soaking the Speedo. As I relax and slowly cum down from my high, I feel the box moving. I hear Larry's voice outside telling people that all is OK. I feel myself being rolled up the ramp into the truck. Then secured and the door shuts. We drive away.
Now it really is worse now that I am no longer horny. My cock has gone soft and the foreskin has pulled back over my cock head. It has trapped some ants inside. They are squirming all around. A couple of ants have made their way deep between my ass cheeks. I almost think there are a couple that have gotten into my hole! Now that I am in the safety of the truck box, I am groaning and crying out.
I am twisting violently all over in my attempt to shake these pesky little critters off of me. I know that I can't do that, but I can't control myself. I just want them off of me!
When we get back to his garage, Larry rolls me out onto the driveway. I hear him ripping the tape off the box and suddenly I am blinded by the sun. Larry says that he is going to get the hose and wash as many of them off first. Suddenly I am hit by the cold water. What a shock. He fills the sealed area and soon the ants are floating out. He then releases me, water getting everywhere. But the ants are still in my Speedo and are just driving me insane. As soon as I step out of the box, I don't even think. I just strip the suit off me.
I am out in broad day light, now naked in front of Larry's garage, but I don't' care. I tell Larry to aim the hose at my crotch and wash the rest of them off me. I peel back my foreskin and rinse them off my cock head. I bend over and let Larry wash my ass cheeks. I pry them apart and run my fingers into my hole, trying to get every last ant out. Larry hands me a large towel and I dry off.
What a ride that was! I smile at Larry and thank him. Larry hands me my shorts and says he will take me home now so I can get cleaned up. Later, he will get me the DVD of my antics he filmed. I am so exhausted from this torment today, but I know that I will be back. . .